He is already there, the man who will be devil.
But a question still exists.
Do devils exist simply because they are evil,
Or do they choose to become what they are?
Or are they made into devils by the world around them?
Then is it the fault of the world that this person is wrong?
I guess we truly will not know,
Because there is no one source of justice,
And there never will be.
Outside in the real world, we see the crimes that exist.
If a hundred children die and they are simply a different race and religion,
We call it "casualty."
While the same happens to one child in the West,
We call it death.
So I wonder why people who hate you exist.
Is it simply because you made them exist?
You give them no choice but to pick the fruitless cycle of revenge and destruction,
While those who try to pick another path
Simply get pecked by bullets.
In a wasteland where no life could ever exist,
In the rubble where bodies just lie there, dead,
Those who once dreamed no longer live.
While if you were the one who was lucky enough to survive,
You better not move,
Or a metal bullet traveling 900 meters per second
Will pierce through you as if you were nothing,
Giving you no choice but to simply die.
If you believe that this is right,
Then you are no better than the devil who chooses to exist,
Because you had a choice.
The others did not.
The sails were raised and the food was stocked as the group set out on their voyage, offering their goodbyes to the kingdom of Nubia as the ship drifted away.
The weather was warm and bright. Sunlight stretched across the river while a small gust of wind brushed against the sails, producing a faint hzz sound.
Jack stood by the railing of the ship, looking down at the people farming near the river. One man, wearing no shirt and only a pair of trousers, drove his axe into the ground again and again. He paused for a moment, glancing up at the sun before wiping the sweat from his face. He lived in poverty, yet there was a strange light in his expression, something Jack could not quite understand.
Soon, on the deck, Henu began gathering everyone at the front of the ship. One by one they stepped forward until around eighteen men stood together.
Henu spoke.
"We are heading out on a voyage lasting almost 3 months to the coldest land on this earth, where only one voyage from our kingdom has travelled there by mistake. Menes and our great general Akhil & his men ended up on the White Land in a shipwreck, however managed to return home safely. Our goal is to get there and learn about these people. Menes has given me a map of where he thinks their settlement is located. Usman, place this somewhere," says Henu as he gives it to him.
"We need to learn more about the people there, make connections, and learn the truth about the past and the potential history of the Chronotex. Who knows, we may find the truth to increase our strengths."
Jack stepped into the crowd as the others listened.
Henu continued.
"Jack you must work on maintining the devices you made and help us research around the ship help my men clean and do chores" then he looked at Kamil "use your little brain Kamil boy to help Usman navigate" an Kasib ramon and Khonsu help around with large barrles and food reserves actually don't let ramon touch the food or else hell finish all of it he said with worry.
Ramon replied, "I don't eat that much commander."
Kamil added, his face unsure, "yeh sure"
Their journey continued as Jack was tasked with cleaning the deck, while Ramon and Kasib worked to unload the food supplies for the six-month journey.
Everyone's tasks on the boat were finished as night fell. Henu lit a small fire near the front of the ship. The sea had grown cold, and in the darkness there was no land in sight, no life above the ocean, only what lay beneath it.
Kamil, Khonsu, Kasib, Jack, Yune, Noya, and Ramon sat beside the fire. Ramon lay on the ground, tired and exhausted. Yune, Noya, and Kamil sat together, drinking shay, a warm tea. Kasib focused on his sword, cleaning it carefully, sharpening the blade with steady attention.
Jack looked up.
Henu did the same, his gaze fixed on the sky above. The stars stretched endlessly across the darkness, clear and sharp. He noticed Jack staring as well and turned toward him.
"Hey you boy, what are the stars like," he questioned Jack. "If you're from the future, you would know, right."
Jack looked back at Henu. In his eyes there was a quiet light, a sense of curiosity as he began.
"The chances of us living are so small that calling it luck feels weak," Jack said quietly. "In the future, people find many worlds beyond this one, but none that we know of have life. Not a single one."
Henu frowned. "Worlds beyond this one they excist?"
Jack pointed upward. "Those lights are not just holes in the night sky. Some are suns, like ours. Some have worlds circling them, the same way our world circles the sun. some are bigger then our whole solar system while others are just massive rocks."
The others grew silent.
"Our world does not sit still," Jack continued. "It is moving right now. It turns once every day, and it travels around the sun once every year. We do not feel it because everything around us is moving with it. Like a boat drifting smoothly on calm water. Just like how we are now on the ocean"
Henu stared at the stars. "And the moon?"
Jack raised his hand toward it. "The moon looks close, yet its far. So far that if you took every great wandering planet we know, Mercury, Venus, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus and Neptune, and placed them side by side between us and the moon, they would almost fit in the space."
Kamil lowered his cup. "All of them?"
"Almost perfectly," Jack said. "That is how empty the sky really is. It looks full, but most of it is distance. Quite distance."
He then looked at his own hand.
"And then there is us. Every human is made from tiny instructions hidden inside the body. In the future, we call it DNA. It decides your eyes, your blood, your face, even pieces of how your body grows. But for one person to exist, the right mother, the right father, the right moment, and the right tiny seed must all meet. Out of millions of chances, only one becomes you."
He took a deep breath and said "We are the lucky ones. We get to die, because we were allowed to live. Most people who could ever exist never will. Not once. Not ever. That is how lucky we are."
Henu was quiet now.
He paused.
"Humanity exists not because it was likely, but because time is vast, the universe is immense, and when enough impossible chances are given enough attempts, one of them eventually becomes real."
Kamil continued jacks quote "so if we tried har enough you will achieve your goal eventually?"
Jack repleid ot him yes you will eventually.
jacks words clicked something in henu afir as he he was reminded of something.
Ramon noticed he questioned henu commander u look lost in your thoughts.
Henu looked at him and said "its nothing their words just simply remind me of a past friend"
Kamil questioned "I know its not polite ot ask but im curious commander you never mention your past I want to know the lore behind your strength.
Jack chimed in "me too I want to know what life was like on the sea"
Yune & Noya henus most trusted also added "we want to know too commander"
An Kasib he dropped his spear as he said "I want to aswell I wan to know the past of a warrior like you commander.
Under pressure form all of his young men henu gave in as he smiled "ok boys buckle up'
Kamil continued Jack's words.
"So if we tried hard enough, you will achieve your goal eventually?"
Jack replied, "Yes, you will eventually."
Something in Jack's words stirred within Henu Safir. For a brief moment, his expression shifted, as if he had been pulled back into a memory.
Ramon noticed.
"Commander, you look lost in your thoughts."
Henu glanced at him. "It's nothing. Their words just remind me of a past friend."
Kamil leaned forward slightly.
"I know it's not polite to ask, but I'm curious, Commander. You never mention your past. I want to know the lore behind your strength."
Jack chimed in, "Me too. I want to know what life was like on the sea."
Yune and Noya, Henu's most trusted, added their voices.
"We want to know too, Commander."
Kasib dropped his spear beside him, the sound cutting through the quiet.
"I want to as well. I want to know the past of a warrior like you, Commander."
Surrounded by the curiosity of his young men, Henu paused. Then, slowly, a smile formed across his face.
"Ok boys buckle up"
130 years ago….